Harper Lewis

Joined July 2025

212 stories

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I'm a subversive weirdo nerd witch who loves rocks. Intrusive rhyme bothers me. Some of my fiction may have provoked divorce proceedings in another state.😈

My words are mine. Suggest ai use and get eviscerated.

MA English literature, CofC

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One look and one word sealed the deal. It’s engraved in my blood, that first look, when my eyes hit you like lightning,
By Harper Lewis9 days ago in Poets
The Norton Shakespeare
I don’t pull this book off the shelf often for a simple reason—it’s heavy, so heavy that it’s a tome, not a book, and I can look up most of the Shakespeare I need in paperback Norton anthologies, but when I need this book, there are few substitutes that can give me everything I need. I had trouble finding it today, thinking it already lived on a recently curated shelf in the room where I breathe best.
By Harper Lewis9 days ago in Writers
Indian Summer
Liar. You live for the moments in my bed? What about the hours with Tiresias, chatting along the banks of the Styxx? The all night raves
By Harper Lewis9 days ago in Poets
Mastication?
There appears to be ~confusion~ concerning !APPROVAL! See, you can’t withhold what I reject and you may as well surrender
By Harper Lewis9 days ago in Poets
League of Nations
The Lusitania, lolling on the ocean floor, is a bridge too far. Man your U-boats, pilot your planes The beaches will be breached
By Harper Lewis9 days ago in Poets
Holly Golightly
Dear Holly, You’re quite the girl, but how would you like it if began calling you Lula Mae? Isn’t that what Fred calls you? It seems only fitting that if you’re to call me Fred instead of Paul (especially creepy now that he’s dead), I should call you Lula Mae. Barnes, is it?
By Harper Lewis10 days ago in Writers
Fetching
Dear Jack, I enjoy climbing hills with you, really I do. It’s so much fun running with the empty pail swinging by its handle with each step, and the fetching of the water from the well is also pleasurable for me, watching your biceps and triceps flex as you turn the hoist to raise the bucket. All of this is great fun.
By Harper Lewis11 days ago in Writers
Once More
When I taught freshman English (composition, 101, 1101) at Augusta Tech, E. B. White’s “Once More to the Lake” was the essay I used as an example of narrative descriptive writing. I love the essay, and I enjoyed teaching it. And then my father died.
By Harper Lewis11 days ago in Writers
Customer Service . Content Warning.
Ever wake up to a bunch of illegitimate fees? Bank, phone company, car rental, airline, credit card, utility company, etc.? It happens to everyone. And when it does, we call customer service, possibly further infuriated by annoying robot systems designed to keep you from speaking to a real person and impossibly long wait times once you’re allowed to enter the queue of angry customers demanding service. It’s exasperating.
By Harper Lewis11 days ago in Critique
No Flying Monkeys Necessary . Content Warning.
This delicious witch is ready to kill a bitch her little dog, too.
By Harper Lewis11 days ago in Poets
The Dear John Letter of Alfred J. Prufrock
Dear Mr. Prufrock, I’m adhering to your rule about not addressing you familiarly in company (when are we ever alone?), but I cannot go on like this, with a hundred revisions before toast and tea. It is not your bald spot that chafes me so much as your prefacing every argument with quotes from Dante, in Italian, ensuring that I do not know what you mean at all.
By Harper Lewis11 days ago in Poets
Fair Fare
Nothing like a carnival, let’s get hand stamps, screw paying per ride— fiercely fickle flat fee feels like a bargain. Let’s get dizzy on the Himalaya,
By Harper Lewis11 days ago in Poets